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creative-anchorage · 6 hours ago
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Apparently I'm speechless, while giving them a big strong:
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There’s a lot of things you’ve done that Becky doesn’t know about
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osarina · 1 day ago
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ahh tomorrow has me very nervous
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catchymemes · 10 months ago
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somerandomdudelmao · 8 months ago
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Part 6 :)
Ehehe yep those aliens are fluffy~
As you can see, the ability to maintain characters size consistency still hasn't become my skill👍
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joffyworld · 2 days ago
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OXIE ART AMD THEY GAVE NARILAMB SUCH COOL HAIRSTYLES AAAHHHHHH
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𝙼𝚢 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝'𝚜 𝚙𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚞𝚐𝚜
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝚠𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕
𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎
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lilislegacy · 9 months ago
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did anyone else laugh every time annabeth mentioned her deep hated of hera and how hera would always just drop cow manure in front of annabeth on a daily
like hera is so petty. i cant
idk why but hera - queen of the gods - and annabeth - wisest daughter of athena - just rivaling like two petty high school bitches is the funniest thing ever im laughing just typing this
like annabeth is all calm and collected until hera enters the chat and then annabeth’s like that bitch can go f*** herself
i love it so much. her and percy are a match made in heaven. (except hera is queen of heaven, and marriage, and she despises them HAHAHAHA)
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artofalassa · 10 months ago
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Say goodnight Say goodnight to the life and the world you knew I'm gonna follow you And I will never sing again...
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bakapandy · 1 year ago
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Remember that AU I had where Gaara regains his Bijuu after the 4th war but now he and Shukaku get along(?)
Hi it’s come back to my brain with a vengeance
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planetxiao · 4 months ago
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I HAVE TO SHARE THESE PANELS JFBDJD I CACKLED KAJI PLSSS
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brainrotisseriechicken · 9 months ago
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local gay weirdos are horrible at surprises, more at 8
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managed to slip in this post a little after midnight whoops!!!! please forgive me a war criminal got elected
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ignoring that happy valentines day, ash wednesday, election day, and my birthday!!! im a birthday boy!!!🎉
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opioidbandit · 4 months ago
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I miss the aura kaitoukid had in the earlier episodes
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just-some-random-blogger · 1 month ago
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Observant
Being the Hand's young, second wife came with a lot of responsibilities, one of which was mellowing the frustrations of your husband.
Otto Hightower x Reader | 1k+ | cw: fem!reader, wife!reader, age difference/age gap, smut (piv, slight dub con, degradation kink, breeding kink, overstimulation, anal fingering, dacryphilia, sadism, praise kink) fluff I guess, typos, etc.
A/N: so i made a poll on what to write and fluff won and this is literally pwp but it has a fluffy ending (???) so it counts HAHAHAH IDK OTTO BRAIN ROT. LOBOTOMY ME IDC I HAVE TO GO TO WORK NOW BYE. A great day to be an otto fucker amirite HAHAHAH cross posted on ao3
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You take in a breath the moment you reach the Hand's office. A chill runs down your spine as the night air seeps through your robe and night dress.
In truth, you figured your husband would have appreciated not being interrupted by you, though his pointed instruction otherwise, but there was another truth you answered to: that is, the ache between your legs that your fingers could not quell.
Even now, there was a heat that spread, which only intensified at the thoughts you knew would come to life the moment you knocked on your husband's office door. So you do.
"Who is it?" the deep voice snapped with as much intensity as a rabid dog.
Your belly instantly rolls. You rub is as you tighten your robe with one hand. The other, which was holding your lamp, shivers under its weight. You weakly manage to muster, "tis I, my lord."
A beat of silence.
You stiffen at the sound of heavy footsteps marching your way. A soft gasp leaves your lips when the door swings open and the face of the Lord Hand was glares at you.
"What is it, girl?" Otto hisses, both his hands resting on the sides of the door opening. His frame overwhelms you. His eyes are tired and his jaw is tense. 
Yes, you did always feel like some petulant little girl under the scrutiny of your much older husband. You lick your lips and exhale deeply to calm yourself. Simply, you remind him of his own words from earlier today, "tis the hour of the owl."
Lord Hightower is unmoved.
"I've come to fetch you."
A vein at the side of his neck threatens to pop. He pulls away and heads to his desk, "I have much to do, thanks to the fucking king."
You purse your lips at his words, thinking about the said man. Aegon was around your age, if not a bit younger, and at some point you had been friends, until you were promised to his grandfather.
You walk up to Otto's side and he rather instantly makes a spectacle of his abundant papers. He rants heatedly about it for a good moment, before turning to you. His face is worn and his shoulders squared, "I will not waste my time further by explaining this to you. Leave."
Otto places a hand on your bum and pushes you off. You budge, for after all, he was a man much bigger than you, even if no longer in his prime. Your hand darts to his desk to keep yourself upright, and the hand holding your lamp grips it firmly so that it would not slip. You return to your previous position as the man continues with his work.
"L e a v e," he drags out with audible vexation, "now."
"No."
He freezes.
"You will leave," you correct "—this room. Tis the hour of the owl."
Otto turns to you, offended, "you command me?"
You clench you jaw, "you command yourself. I am simply your obedient servant, lord husband."
Your lord husband stands. He towers over you and presses close, so close that he takes your lamp and puts it out, leaving it ignored on his desk, "am I not commanding you now?"
Your heart races when he takes your neck, thumb pressing on your throat as he rubs it. He can feel your raging pulse and it excites him, but not as much as your next words do, "you are you unkind when you are exhausted."
"To whom?" 
"To everyone," you mutter, "you must retire."
Otto releases your neck and heads for the door, "I will not."
Your brows furrow as you watch him storm off.
You realize only what he meant after following him into your shared chambers.
He grabs you from behind and sinks his face into your neck. You feel his beard against your skin and his hands eagerly clawing down your body. He pushes you into bed and you manage to look over your shoulder for the few seconds as he undoes his breeches. Not a second later, he pushes you on the sheets and pulls your skirt up.
You whimper into the cushion, bringing your face to the side as he rests his weight between your shoulders. He clenches his jaw as he grabs your hip. You obediently shift on your knees and gasp when he rubs his groin into yours. He sighs out a string of profanities when he feels your wetness. He pulls back and looks at the softness of your thighs, inspecting the pooling lust on your cunt. He rubs your clit, "my cherubic wife, so ready to be taken by her aged husband."
Your belly trembles as he uses your warm slick to flick your sensitive nub, leaving you to do nothing but curl your toes and whine into the sheets.
"Body so eager to be molded by my cock," he mutters. He slowly sinks two fingers into your weeping folds. He stretches you with his fingers and sinks deep, relishing the warm stickiness coating his digits, "so pretty like this. More so with my seed mixed with your arousal, dripping down your puckered cunt."
He continues to serve you with his fingers until pressure builds in your stomach. Then, with no warning and little care, Otto replaces his fingers with his hardened cock and fucks you thoroughly from behind. The hand he hand by your shoulder blades tingle into your hair. His other hand tirelessly works on your clit, expertly rubbing them that your body writhes under his weight.
You are trapped beneath him, however. He need only push on your head and lock your legs with his; you can do nothing else to do but take his cock and his fingers.
The sound of wet slapping skin and your uncontrollable whimpers dampen out the creaking and thudding of your bed against the stone wall. Quickly, your breathing began to grow strained and Otto gave no indication of slowing, especially not when he merited a scream from your lips from the pleasure building hotly in your stomach.
"Otto, Otto-" you begin to whine, nails ripping into the sheets, "w-wait— I-"
He furrows his brows at your words, offended that you would instruct him grant your reprieve. Just as he felt your slick building against his clothes? Even if he wanted to stop to catch his breath, he would not.
Alas, mortal man still was he, and his plowing had to slow. Slow, not stop. Though his arm began to tire, his fingers did not relent their assault on your swollen clit. He made up for any delays with slower but harsh flicks of his hip.
Your peak caught both of you off guard, and you came around his cock with a ghastly noise that made him stab your womb roughly in surprise. He stops moving altogether soon after.
Upon realizing the absolute bliss that seized your form, he puts all of his focus on your clit, wanting nothing but to make you shake and tighten around his wet cock as much as he possibly can.
The wind is knocked out if your lungs and your eyes water at the intensity of it all. And soon, it was all too much for you. It was all far too much, and yet he did not stop.
"Otto," your voice is hoarse as you sob into the dampened sheets, dampened with your tears and saliva.
He does not acknowledge you at all. He continues rubbing your pulsing clit with his fingers no matter how much your belly shook or your thighs trembled. He adores your mousy noises. He pulls your head back by your hair bit and slowly begins to thrust into you until the bed begins to creak at the intensity again.
It's too much, and the noise that rips out of you is nothing but further indication of this.
Your body struggles beneath him, your parted thighs that turned to putty were now shifting frantically in the hope to be free of this overwhelming sensation. You clench and unclench around him, hips pushing forward and back in an attempt to break away, but it, in fact, only makes your heady husband double down on his efforts to keep you in place.
His fingers only then finally leave your abused clit, but any form of recuperation you could get is stolen by the way both his veiny hands grip your hips and his manhood invades your cunny, intent on staking its claim.
He grunts as he looks down at your helpless form. He does nothing but use you for his pleasure and he cares little of whether or not your pretty pussy will tighten and quiver around him again.
Otto rubs your bum then coats his thumb with your slick before pushing it into your vacant rear, enough to hook into you and to make you squeal.
Soon enough, he can feel his legs ache and his belly burn. He ignores the former and his energy is sustained by the promise of filling his shaking bride with his come and watching it drip out of her.
Otto is silent while you noisily protest beneath him. Just as he begins to feel his balls tighten, he feels your cunt squeeze him again. Your neck strains as he bends down to lean into you, "take it, come slut. You know want you want to."
"S't-too much," you whine, tears rolling down your face.
Otto could not care less and begins to rub your clit again. You scream out in response and it's enough to make him reach his peak.
He slams into you with no steady tempo. He cares only for the pleasure raging on his cock and wants only to empty his balls into his warm, raggedly bride. As he does just that, feeling come and sweat drip from your garment to the sheet, he takes a few more thrusts, shallow ones where he does not move out of you very much, to ensure he thoroughly stuff all his heated lust into you.
And ever the dutiful husband, he plays with your clit for as long as it takes to make you scream and spasm into another pretty peak
Your nose is running as you sob, but the twist of your expression tells him that you were enjoying every second of it. He laughs, deeply, contentedly, pinning you against him and the bed. He doesn't listen to you until he is more than assured every bit of pleasure is wrung out of your darling body.
You begin to whine again like the tearful babe you were. You whisper an exhausted plea, "please, no more, Otto. Please."
He shushes you and pinches your clit, just to see you flinch and hear you beg some more. And beg you do, "n-no more, please," through sniffles.
He grips your jaw and kisses your salty cheek. He pulls you both to your sides, unwilling to pull out just yet. He has to ascertain his seed catches in your snug womb. He massages your breasts, imagining them get bigger for the babe he fucked into you. He pinches your nipples, making you whine again.
"O-Otto-"
"All is well, wife," he mutters, releasing his hold, only because you pushed his hand away. You lean into him as he rubs your belly. He rubs your nape with his nose, "good girl."
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painregretsandsunday · 2 months ago
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Drawing Sunday every day 'till his release!
Day 137 - FREE HIM!!11!!!!1!
The real culprit of his unfortunate imprisonment… da work….
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anzukero · 10 months ago
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Cat Draco AU
so i may have drawn an AU where harry finds draco who has been hexed as a cat, adopts him, and tries to figure out how to undo what’s happened to this poor boy 😙
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somerandomdudelmao · 1 year ago
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*wags finger at you*
OH YOU.
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donnie loves crouching over his big bro
Oh yeah, he does it all the time. Like a big, crazy gargoyle.
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xxfayonthewayxx · 28 days ago
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Welp—
Yeah, it's cursed. Im not apologizing. Just take it and good night.
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